If even half of what Mike has heard about the station in his relatively short time on board proved true, then he knew poking around in its maze of dark corridors and rooms was essentially asking for trouble. He kept this in the back of his mind as he explored, searching for-- he wasn't even really sure, he was hoping he'd know when he found it.

It was this mental preparation coupled with training and instinct, that had him moving at the first 'ba' of 'baby.' He spun on his heels, weight shifting back as one hand dropped low and the other lifted - a mix of defense and offense, uncertain what he immediately needed.

...If he needed them. He stared at the man, brow veeing into the expression of the deeply unimpressed.

"Not if the plan is getting your nose broken."